Moved
Alas we have m.o.v.e.d
Because we have moved
this feels rather soothed:
Moving means changing –
Engaging – Arranging
Unpacking, unclogging,
–finding the sockets,
old toasters!
new storage;
I like getting used to our candy-coal
plumbing,
new lighting, new traffic, slightly chewed flooring,
Brand babies upstairs, new neighbours
soaring
their door code
turned out to be mightyy-
—
4567 – boring.
Our new house is old,
But damn, we were sold,
It’s creepy and leaky, and dusty, and musty,
And moody-
A foodie!
A clandescent piece of
dat fruity booty
–We took here a taxi –
with Cactus and Bush
and holding them firmly –
in motherly tush, we wave some goodbyes: to Jaffa, to stores,
those sandy, secluded, glistening shores.
With noses on glass
our eyes found trespassing:
the lights keep on passing,
we watch them
massing.
Cactus just listens.
swish ela swosh
It soon though transpired,
(prepare now, respire)
that our taxi chap
belonged to a cult.
He spoke of theology: knowledge he’d found in depths of cosmology-
I look down to Cactus,
wink slyly at Bush
and holding them tightly
speak high on some kush:
“Hmm Scientology, a peculiar “ology”
– perhaps
We’ll just stick- to-?
dendrochronology”
– – – –
We bled so much money.
– – – –
One day, Obrother,
I’ll sculpt you a bunny.
Or maybe
this Easter- I’ll hire a choir! – Their name shalt be ‘Squire’
—they’ll belt and acquire –
screeching like wire,
swiftly retire…
prior to setting – –
Gaza on fire
…
So Darling Jaffa,
see you sometime,
our place here together
was indeed sublime,
but changing is good
–changing is food:
Change germinates
from ashes and dust –
a soil of grievance,
hatred and lust.
Change is a Phoenix, flamboyantly rude,
brightly acute, sparkling,
aloof
it gives little leeway
and lives in those boots-
so damaged –
that crazy torn savage,
-always re-born,
-never un-managed.
Thuss precious reader,
stay un-behooved,
stay on the move,
shift and re-shape,
re-vive
improve.